Zhao Tiangang of the Demon Suppression Office!

Some Demon Suppression Office members hidden in the shadows also frowned.

Was this ghost-faced youth going to break the rules?

Normally, when the Demon Race slaughtered a city, they would leave after eating the commoners and would not harm the martial artists within.

But with this ghost-faced youth suddenly sticking his foot in, things were hard to say!

In their eyes, the ghost-faced youth was simply young and ignorant, unable to grasp the balance of sacrifice and preservation!

Martial artists were the backbone of humanity. Preserving them was what mattered; as for commoners, if they died, they could simply continue reproducing the population. What did it matter!

Besides, there were thousands of demonic beasts in the city right now. What use could you alone possibly be?

Acting now was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a moth flying into the flame—simply idiotic!

However, just as these Demon Suppression Office members were hesitating over whether to reveal themselves and stop Xiao Chen, Wang Yunqi suddenly frowned. "Kid, you still aren't leaving?"

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A fierce glint flashed through his eyes as he suddenly swung his hand, unleashing several streams of terrifying demonic aura. The aura gathered in the air before transforming into three Tiger Demon Spirits.

This time, what appeared were not merely tiger beasts, but three complete tiger bodies.

The three Tiger Demon Spirits were lifelike, their bodies covered in green fur, their eyes scarlet, their very presence exuding the majesty of the king of all beasts.

Roar!

The tiger demons suddenly let out a howl.

The thunderous roar made everyone present tremble in fear, their eardrums aching.

"Th-three Tiger Demon Spirits?"

"And every one of them is far stronger than before!"

"That ghost-faced youth is finished. Even if a Sword Disciple Seventh Level is powerful, there's no way he can fend off three Tiger Demon Spirits at once!"

The people around them shivered uncontrollably.

"Young Lord, run! Leave me behind! You can't beat these three Tiger Demon Spirits!"

Liu Sanji, his face filled with terror, tugged at Xiao Chen's sleeve, urging him to leave at once.

Xiao Chen was only a Sword Disciple Seventh Level, while the other side had three Tiger Demon Spirits possessing the strength of Demon Disciple Eighth Level. There was simply no way he could win!

Forget Xiao Chen—even an expert sword cultivator at Sword Disciple Eighth Level would meet his end here.

The Dog Demon leader in the distance suddenly ran over to Wang Yunqi's side and barked at him several times.

Wang Yunqi nodded repeatedly, then turned to Xiao Chen with a savage grin. "Kid, Lord Dog Demon says that because you broke the rules, it will not only eat commoners today—it will also eat ten more martial artists as punishment for you!"

The moment those words were spoken, the martial artists hidden around the area could no longer hold themselves back. Their faces turned incomparably ugly, and their gazes toward Xiao Chen filled with resentment.

If not for this kid meddling in other people's business, how could they have suffered such an uncalled-for disaster!

Ten martial artists eaten? There were only seventy-odd martial artists in all of Bear Martial City. Didn't that mean each of them had a one-in-seven chance of being chosen?

This was over. It was all that ghost-faced youth's fault.

Somewhere nearby, a square-faced middle-aged man with a stern expression darkened. "Where did this kid come from? He actually came to Bear Martial City to meddle in other people's business?"

This middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Tiangang, director of the Bear Martial Demon Suppression Office. He had been observing the situation from the shadows all along.

Originally, he had merely been a martial artist doing reasonably well for himself. But because he had saved the Young Lord of Zhenbei King Manor two years ago, he had soared to great heights afterward. Relying on the protection of Zhenbei King Manor, he had directly taken the position of director of the Bear Martial Demon Suppression Office.

This position was highly sought after and came with plenty of benefits. If not for the Zhenbei King's sake, it never would have fallen to him.

To be honest, he had only seen that youth dressed in luxurious clothes and carrying himself with extraordinary bearing, and thought he might be the young master of some wealthy family, so he had wanted to forge a good connection!

Who would have thought that he was actually the Zhenbei King's son? This was wealth and fortune falling from the heavens!

The young man beside him chimed in, "Reporting to the director, this subordinate doesn't know either. I've never heard of such a young sword cultivation genius in this area! It is rather strange—how could someone so astonishingly talented remain unknown?"

"Hmph! What use is high talent if his brain doesn't work? He's still trash! Go arrange for ten martial artists to be sent to the Demon Race!"

The young man hesitated. "Really send them? They're martial artists! None of them were easy to cultivate! Besides, I'm afraid no one would be willing to go die!"

Zhao Tiangang said with a dark face, "Then what can I do? The Demon Race has said so—can I refuse to obey? If anyone is to blame, blame that kid!"

He looked toward Xiao Chen with a face full of resentment, only to discover that the latter did not care in the slightest. He did not even furrow his brow.

Curiosity also appeared on Wang Yunqi's face as he looked at Xiao Chen. "Ten martial artists will die because of you. Don't you feel guilty at all?"

"Heh, a pack of rats greedy for life and afraid of death. Even if more of them die, what is there to regret?"

Xiao Chen sneered.

"Good! Well said!"

"Not one of those trash from the Demon Suppression Office has any guts!"

"They're all spineless cowards!"

A wave of cheers immediately rose from the crowd.

With humanity facing calamity, the Demon Suppression Office had hidden away instead of emerging. The city's people had long been seething with complaints!

Now that Xiao Chen had spoken the thoughts in everyone's hearts, they all felt utterly satisfied.

Zhao Tiangang and the members of the Demon Suppression Office all clenched their fists in fury at his words.

"You dare speak of the Demon Suppression Office like that?"

Wang Yunqi froze.

The Director of the Demon Suppression Office, Zhao Tiangang, was a Master Realm expert. Was this ghost-faced youth not afraid of angering Zhao Tiangang?

But on second thought, he immediately felt relieved.

This ghost-faced youth would be dead soon enough. There was indeed no need for him to fear retaliation.

"Tiger Spirits, go tear him to pieces alive!"

With that thought, Wang Yunqi directly gave the Tiger Spirits the order.

The three Tiger Spirits, carrying towering vicious aura, suddenly pounced at Xiao Chen. Their terrifying demon aura made the livers and gallbladders of those around them tremble.

"Young Lord, run!"

Liu Sanji struggled to shout.

The Garrison Commander shut his eyes as well, not daring to watch the tragedy about to unfold.

Yet Xiao Chen's expression did not change in the slightest. He simply raised his hand and swung his sword. "Destroy!"

Buzz!

The longsword gave a dragon's cry, instantly spewing out a scarlet Sword Qi that flew toward the Tiger Spirits.

With one sword unleashed, ten thousand demons perished, and even ghosts and gods were startled!

The Heaven-Defying Demon Slayer Art had been created solely to kill demons.

Its killing power was already terrifying against humans; against the Demon Race, it was utterly unparalleled!

The razor-sharp Sword Qi shot into the sky, filling the void!

Yet everyone present felt their faces sting with pain.

The astonishing killing intent shook the surrounding lands. Even from ten meters away, it still made hearts quail in terror!

At the sight of this sword strike—

Everyone present was stunned.

This ghost-faced youth had not even used his full strength earlier?

This strike was far stronger than the previous one!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

With three dull blasts, the three terrifying Tiger Spirits were directly annihilated before they could even put up any resistance. The Sword Qi did not stop, instead shooting straight for Wang Yunqi's neck.

Wang Yunqi's pupils shrank sharply, endless terror surfacing in his eyes. All traces of his previous arrogance vanished. Knowing that he would certainly die if struck by the Sword Qi, he hastily begged the Dog Demon leader beside him for help. "Lord Dog Demon, save me!"

The Dog Demon leader gave Wang Yunqi a disgusted glance, deeply dissatisfied with him. He could not even handle a mere Sword Disciple at the seventh level—what utter trash!

But this human had already pledged allegiance to them, so it could not simply stand by and do nothing.

Thus, the Dog Demon leader let out an enraged roar. Its body abruptly swelled several times larger, looming as majestic and terrifying as a small mountain.

A savage glint flashed through its eyes. Wrapped in towering demon aura, it slammed fiercely into that Sword Qi.

Its head was incomparably hard, and it was at the Demon Apprentice Eighth Heaven. It was more than enough to shatter this Sword Qi.

However!